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When she returned, she earing slacks and a blue cowl neck sweater It was early spring and the s outside were cool

“The grass is da,” she explained as Train watched her slip on a pair of rain boots before going to the door “Ready?”

“Yes”

Once they were outside, she stared wide-eyed at his motorcycle as if she had never seen one before “You’re not driving the truck?”

“No Where are we going?” He got on his bike, holding his hand out for her to take

“To my studio The road there is even worse … We can walk”

“Get on I’ll go slow,” Train promised

Peyton took his hand, faltering as she got on behind him Then she hesitantly placed her hands on his sides

“Hold on,” Train warned as he started the bike, turning it around in the yard before he went in the direction she pointed down the rutted road

She was right; it would have been quicker to walk since it took theet to the trailer that was set off from the road He had expected it to be the saer and newer, and definitely in better shape; that’s for damn sure

“You use this place as your studio?”

“I know Killyama wants ot off the bike

He followed her to the door of the trailer It didn’t have a front porch; stone steps led to the doorway Peyton went up the steps first, unlocking the door, then Train followed her inside

The outside wasn’t the only difference between the two trailers The trailer he entered was much more open and uest to eat at, whereas this one had a table with six chairs, the living room had a sectional couch that could easily seat many, and it even had a fireplace which Peyton easily flipped a switch to start Train tried to hide his expression fro eyes

“I’ to waste”

“It’s not wasteful if you’re using it”

“I made the master bedroom my studio It’s this way”

They walked down a hallway that was big enough for two people to walk side-by-side, leading to a door at the end